THE wind never failed but it grew gentler every day till at length the waves were little more than ripples，and the ship glided on hour after hour almost as if they were sailing on a lake．And every night they saw that there rose in the east new constellations which no one had ever seen in Narnia and perhaps，as Lucy thought with a mixture of joy and fear，no living eye had seen at all．Those new stars were big and bright and the nights were warm．Most of them slept on deck and talked far into the night or hung over the ship’s side watching the luminous dance of the foam thrown up by their bows．

On an evening of startling beauty，when the sunset behind them was so crimson and purple and widely spread that the very sky itself seemed to have grown larger，they came in sight of land on their starboard bow．It came slowly nearer and the light behind them made it look as if the capes and headlands of this new country were all on fire．But presently they were sailing along its coast and its western cape now rose up astern of them，black against the red sky and sharp as if it was cut out of cardboard，and then they could see better what this country was like．It had no mountains but many gentle hills with slopes like pillows．An attractive smell came from it-what Lucy called“a dim，purple kind of smell”，which Edmund saidand Rhince thoughtwas rot，but Caspian said，“I know what you mean．”

They sailed on a good way，past point after point，hoping to find a nice deep harbour，but had to content themselves in the end with a wide and shallow bay．Though it had seemed calm out at sea there